Foreclosure Argumentative Essay

There was an escalation in fear in the years leading up to the Christmas we spent in Indiana. My mom tried her best to shield us from the reality of her marriage, but closed doors can only muffle so much. Instead of driving to a hospital, mom navigated through the snow to the Wal-Mart to buy gauze bandages and a sling. You never forget the feeling of helplessness that burns the pit of your stomach as you watch your mom use a Walmart bathroom to cover her bruising under concealer and hide her swelling arm back inside her coat.
This vacation, albeit horrifying, was my first exposure to medicine. The divorce that followed trained me to view challenges as beneficial so I could deal with what I couldn't control productively. The process of losing our home to foreclosure was a defining time for me in high school. My sister, my mom and I spent the next four years

When my father stopped paying postsecondary support and I could no longer afford tuition at USF, I worked 3 jobs to save enough money to go back. At CVS, I saw the repercussions of neglected health and mismanaged patients. Patients would pick up hundreds of dollars of medications for preventable chronic diseases. I spent countless hours mediating between insurance companies and prescribers for authorization of prescriptions that might maintain what’s left of a patient’s ‘health’. I was spoken to with more courtesy by patrons on my overnight shifts at IHOP than I was by patients at the pharmacy. There was a deviation in my understanding of medicine. As I took jobs in different fields, I found that this impersonal approach to patient care pervaded nearly all of them. I shadowed under doctors who relied on signals from machines over conversation with the patient in front of them. When there was conversation, they lacked a degree of compassion and despite the doctors medical abilities, made patients feel needless